Okay, team. This week was a rambunctious one, full of so many twists and turns that none of us could really follow the playbook. As the season goes on, the chaff will be cut and the roster will really start to gel. But in the meantime, as your stern but loving coach, Iâm here to make clear what really went down onâŚ
Well, here I am, team. Despite what I told myself about not being able to put my body through another season, what with the countless pep talks and endless late nights and the cold Gatorade showers, Iâm back. Team, I donât know how, I donât know why (well, to be very frank, I do know why: that $$$ contract), but IâveâŚ
This devil magic is tearing the entire GMG newsroom apart, and now you have to deal with it too. What is this robot saying??? I hear âLaurelâ and I canât even hear the faintest shred of âYanny,â so please tell me what you hear.
Sports genius Donald Trump has done the inevitable, again. This time, the big lad has put his close personal friend Bill Belichick on an official Presidential council. Shockingly, Belichick will not be in charge of any nuclear weaponry or an actual department of significance, which honestly would have made as muchâŚ
Today was Bring Your Child To Work Day. I brought my big little dude Cameron to the office, and he consented to a sit-down interview, on the condition that he not actually have to sit down on his own. I even managed to hold his attention for more than two minutes.
This golf ballâs trajectory will make your emotions soar, only to very quickly leave them afloat in mid-air, wondering where and how to land.
Life is a strange thing, isnât it? I had no idea, for example, that after many years spent not playing or following sports, I would one day become the deputy editor of Deadspin following the untimely death of Barry Petchesky. And yet, here I am. The deputy editor of Deadspin.
In the grand metaphor of life, where the ocean is the world and we are the surfer getting battered against some rocks, itâs comforting to know that there are people like Australian Ross Clarke-Jones.
Newsflash: itâs cold in England. Itâs also winter. And weâre not even talking about true cold, here: in the range of 32 degrees Fahrenheit, with overnight temperatures in the teens. Mehhhhhh. For point of reference, at the opening ceremony of the 2018 Winter Olympics, in Pyeongchang, temperatures fell below zero. HowâŚ
I remember the moment well, save for all of the details. It was a bar with food, or maybe a restaurant with drinks. It was for sure on the North Side of Chicago. There was beautiful reclaimed wood everywhere, with tables to match. Big windows looking onto the street covered all of one wall. I was there with one, two,âŚ
Our ovoid president took his first physical exam this morning, and you will not be surprised to learn that the natural athlete is in âexcellent health.â Though his arteries may be as grease-occluded as any gout-afflicted Tudor monarch, and while he sleeps just four or five hours a night, the president clocked in atâŚ
Here are the best times for tipoffs, kickoffs, first pitches, and whatever they do in soccer:
Oh, whatâs that? Your dog can sled? Thatâs real cute. Now get the fuck out of here, because this one can also act as its own ski lift.
The Deadspin staff pick their favorite sports moments from 2017, and explain what made them so special. Here they are.
Thomas the Tank Engine, as a childrenâs book and TV series, may be vaguely authoritarian, but as a toy, itâs weirdly entertaining. Watch in awe (or at least with surprisingly strong interest) as the locomotive does totally sick tricks like a 50-50 grind, or a barrel roll onto a parallel track.
Humankind is mortal. We are born, we flop around and make noise for a while, and then, inevitably, we die. That is perhaps the lesson that the diabolical makers of slippery stairs were trying to teach to their audience. I realize that asking someone to watch a nine-minute video is demanding a lot, but I hope you willâŚ
The Cleveland Cavaliers threw their Halloween party Monday, and LeBron James dressed up as Pennywise the Dancing Clown. He looked pretty scary in the light:
Baseball held me hostage last night, but hockey set me free. Midway through yet another four-hour MLB playoff battle, the otherwise compelling action thinned by stoppages and pre-pitch routines, I felt like I was simply watching out of obligation. There wasnât any kind of happiness or love. It certainly wasnât fun.
Britt McHenry and Tomi Lahren seem to be in a contest to become the latest incomprehensibly irate white woman at Fox News. Itâs like Josh McCown and Johnny Manziel battling to lead the Browns. McHenry, the former ESPNer with reporting expertise, is obviously the veteran McCown, while Lahren is the freewheeling,âŚ
The NFL season kicks off tonight, and with the return of real football comes the start of the fantasy football season. So show us what youâre working with.
